At long last the Face of Everyman had agreed to mediate disputes between the pigeons and the squirrels. A new sense of peace embraced the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Simply put: Nuts and dried fruit were for the squirrels while millet seed and cracked corn were for the pigeons. Deer, small birds and mice were not covered under this hastily ratified treaty.
Mullard was enjoying the warm waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. He shared the bright morning sunlight with the Face of Everyman but such pleasures were not to last. Cheeky, the squirrel, wanted to play tag. For some inexplicable and ungodly reason Mullard was it. For now “M” sought refuge on a nearby chimney top.
Cheeky thought the Face of Everyman was his secret Santa. He whispered in the ear of the venerable sage the laundry list of his desires to find under the tree on Christmas morning. First off, a squirrel cage exercise unit. The one at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Fitness Center was too small and squeaked. Next, no more Macadamia nuts in the stockings unless they were shelled. Next, . . .